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Chainsaw - Chapter 1 - Madam. Poptart - X- Men. Chapter Text. Charles grimaced in pain as Hank transferred him to the wheel chair, he was finally returning home from the safe house where Charles and the boys holed up while Charles was injured. The young mutant didn’t have to try very hard to lift the older man, over the weeks Charles had slimmed down immensely. The lack of use of his legs degraded the muscle and Charles could barely keep down food with the medication and a lot of the time Charles was too tired to even eat. Needless to say the three boys had grown worried for their professor.
Hank didn’t want to risk a hospital since the CIA was currently searching for them and Charles was in too much pain to question. The loss of his legs was nothing compared to the loss in his heart. He smiled and tried to be cheerful around the boys but when he was alone it was crushing.“Sorry” Hank murmured and Charles gave him a pained smile as he tried not to scream. The pain killers dulled the pain but it didn’t take it away. Alex moved to push the wheelchair and squeezed Charles shoulder.“Thank you” Charles said softly and Sean gave Charles a worried look “I’m alright.
Let’s get inside, it’s bloody cold”“On a scale to one to dust storm, how bad do you think the house is?” Sean asked trying to lighten the mood and Charles chuckled“Negative zero, a cleaning service comes once a month” Charles replied and Sean grinned“Does that mean we don’t have to clean our rooms?” Sean asked and Charles shook his head causing the ginger to frown before going to help Hank bring in the bags. Alex took Charles inside as gently as possible but the professor was still grimacing in pain at every move.“Alex, could you please take me to my room?” Charles requested and the blond wheeled him to the bedroom. Alex helped Charles into bed, his eyes filled with concern for the man he started to look at like a father.
I’m sorry to be such a burden”“Don’t worry about it” Alex said and he couldn’t help the flash of anger, Charles was in this position because of Erik, someone Charles trusted without a doubt. Not only Erik but his own damn sister left him to die. How the hell Charles was holding together was beyond him. Alex wished he could beat the shit out of Erik for doing this to Charles. Charles who was kind, compassionate and nurturing.
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How could someone hurt Charles?“Alex. It wasn’t his fault” Charles whispered softly, putting a hand on the blonds arm “Raven made her own choice and I blame neither of them. To truly love someone is allowing them to make their own choices and not hold them back. As they say if you love something let it go and if it is truly yours then it will come back”“How can you be so forgiving?” Alex asked frustrated “Your own sister left you to bleed out on a beach and your lover paralyzed you”“Because I love them enough to forgive them” Charles smiled and squeezed the blonds hand “Try to find it in your heart to let go of that anger because it will do you no good”“I hate them” Alex stated “I hate them for doing this to you”“I’m truly sorry for that” Charles said “Everyone makes their own decisions and we shouldn’t hate them for it”“I’m going to help Hank” Alex said and swiftly left the room, his anger only growing. It still smelled like him. Charles opened the eyes he didn’t realize he closed and blinked several times to prevent the tears falling.
Erik who betrayed him with a bullet to the back. Erik who broke his heart. His room reeked of Erik and it was just big fat reminder that Erik was gone. He was gone and he wasn’t going to come back. Did Erik even care that Charles was paralyzed?
Did Erik even love him? Charles let these questions filter through his brain as he let his eyes shut and give into the soft call of sleep. The traveling was exhausting and painful.
Charles let himself be taken to the dream world where Erik stayed and left the cold reality that he was gone behind.- Hank tentatively entered the danger room, not wanting Alex to blast him to bits “I brought you dinner”Alex looked over at the blue man “I’m not hungry“Well. Alex aggressively started eating, while Hank stood there awkwardly wishing he could be anywhere else but in a room with a pissed off mutant with destructive powers.
Halfway through the plate Alex spoke“How the fuck is the professor just so forgiving?” Alex asked angrily “Erik deserves to have his ass kicked and if Raven wasn’t a girl I would kick her ass too. Erik is a total dick face and so is Raven. I mean who the hell leaves their brother to bleed out on the beach? If Scott was in the professors position I wouldn’t leave him alone for a second but no she got up and left.
She couldn’t have waited? Erik couldn’t have waited to get us the hell out of there before having his big mutant speech?” Hanks eyes were wide, as he listened to the young blond angrily rant about the situation, even if he did agree with everything Alex was saying. Once Alex had finished his rant and finished angrily eating his food, he took a deep breath, he mumbled “Thanks for the food”“No problem” Hank replied and took the empty plate then turned to leave“Beast wait” Alex called and Hank turned to look at Alex “Will you help me find Erik? Just to let the bastard know what he’s done?”- The next morning, Charles shifted in his wheel chair as he finally managed to put himself in it after many tries. Hank would no doubt be upset he did it without help but he hated being helpless. He wheeled over to the closet when he spotted it.
A black turtleneck that belonged to a certain metal bender and Charles took a shuttering breath. He couldn’t stop the tears that slipped from his eyes if he tried, he pressed the dark cloth to his nose and breathed in Erik’s scent which only made him cry harder. Charles lay in bed as he watched Erik come out of the shower before getting dressed “Why are you getting dressed?” “I don’t think the others would wish to see me naked” Erik chuckled as he buttoned his pants and Charles sat up “Why don’t we stay in bed just a little longer?” Charles purred as he let the sheet pool at his waist and Erik’s eyes immediately went to the exposed skin. Until the shower was adjusted to Charles needs, he was stuck with Hank lifting him in and out of a bathtub. It was embarrassing and demeaning. The past few months, Charles has never felt more like a burden and really Charles just wanted to scream. It was their second day back at the mansion when Charles shamefully asked Hank to help him bathe.
Charles was holding in the gasps of pain and once he was settled he averted his eyes as Hank got up to give him privacy“Thank you” Charles whispered, tears sliding down his cheek. He hated being such a burden. Not even being able to bath himself without help. He was helpless and no matter how many times they had done this, it still was horrible every time.
He had spent weeks holed up in bed because of this bloodily bullet hole and damn if it stopped him from living. What Charles wouldn’t admit is he couldn’t stand to stay in a room that smelled of Erik and being left alone to remember he wasn’t coming back. Erik kissed Charles shoulder softly as he read Dracula, they both had settled into bed after a long day of training for them both and Charles was inspired to read the classic. He still had no idea where the copy went but he assumed it was in the library somewhere. Charles decided he would resume training his boys and he refused to return to bed until they had.
I have been held on bed rest forever it seems besides resting too much will allow my body to adapt to it therefore making it harder to begin the healing process” Charles stated “Now will you come exercise with me?” Hank chewed his lip before following the professor out.“I just don’t want you to push yourself too hard” Hank murmured “You’re still underweight”“I know and I thank you for that Hank” Charles smiled warmly at the younger man “Alex and Sean will meet us there. Perhaps I cannot run but I can time you. Top Marks”“Please don’t say this is P. E. Worn brown leather, hanging next to a black pea coat and Charles own winter jacket. Erik’s jacket screamed at him and forced him to remember. Charles blinked back the tears and tried to push away the pain forming in his chest.
Charles buttoned up the brown leather jacket and then smoothed it down “Be careful today. Do not make rash choices remember we are in this together” “I know how to take care of myself, I’ve been doing it for years just fine” Erik grumbled and Charles frowned “That may be true but you have other people you need to worry about now” Charles stated and cupped Erik’s face in his hands “Your life is valuable. You aren’t alone anymore”“Bloody coat” Charles frowned deeply at the thing as if it had offended him “It’s like he left it here on purpose to taught me” The professor considered it for a moment then took the brown leather jacket in his hands and put it on. When he sat out in the winter air, he could imagine just for a little that it was Erik’s arms around him and the warm tears rolling down his cheeks reminded him of all that he’d lost.- Weeks had passed like this; they’d plan and adjust then work out together. After they three had trained then Charles started his physical therapy which was no stroll in the park, sometimes it’d get so bad that Charles couldn’t finish the workouts and sometimes he couldn’t move anything without the pain. Charles was able to gain a few more pounds but he still wasn’t close to the weight he was before Cuba and they couldn’t stop the physical therapy or his body could potentially never be able to withstand much movement at all.
Charles panted as he finished up his physical therapy; he needed to strengthen his upper body if he was going to move himself about. Hank helping Charles and Alex was present as well, pretending he wasn’t there to make sure Charles didn’t need help.